1. Dude, it feels good to be a Californian. I loved visiting Chicago again but realized I'm no match for the Midwestern winter. I tend to take that kind of hostile climate personally. My sister text'd me after that big snow this week and was all: Too bad you guys aren't here! It's a beautiful winter wonderland today… And I text'd her back: Way to have a good attitude! I was nice enough to refrain from texting her a pic of my bare feet in the 75º degree weather we've been enjoying here. I love her and I love Chicago. But I'm wimp enough to admit that I don't think I'd survive those winters.
2. Revolutionary Road is the lamest movie ever. it was on HBO this past week and we watched it just to make fun of the ridiculous dialogue. What's pathetic about Hollywood is that they try to make fun of "traditional" families, except all they know are stereotypes. So, the dialogue ends up being hilariously cliche. Seriously, how many more movies can be made about "the hopeless emptiness" of the suburban, 50's housewife–that poor, pitiable creature who can't get an abortion or (sniff, sniff) take a year's sabbatical in Paris?
3. Book club update. I'm super excited about our upcoming discussion of "Evangelical Is Not Enough." Just a few thoughts: all opinions welcome. I think some folks felt like they needed to agree with the book's conclusions in order to participate. You don't. The whole reason I chose the book is because it's not preachy. It's just a good way to get to know the subject matter (liturgical worship) and discuss it among friends. Also, we're discussing the first chapter on January 27th, but we'll probably discuss 3 chapters per session after that. Sound good?
4. Back to life, back to reality. As much as I enjoyed the holidays, it was nice to get back into our school schedule. I celebrated by doing 15+ loads of laundry. And weighing myself on the scale. I take it back. I think we should extend the holidays indefinitely; so long as that means no laundry and no scales.
5. Crazy moms in minivans. Sometimes I think the scariest folks on the road are not Chicago cab drivers. Nope, the craziest drivers are moms in minivans yelling at their kids, drinking a Starbucks and texting at stoplights. Moms, we can do better. We owe it to the world to do better. DO NOT TEXT AND DRIVE!
6. I refuse to let my sons play football. I know, I know. Criminal, right? I dunno. Call me crazy but I think a lifetime of brutal, chronic pain is too high a price to pay for just…a game. My husband still suffers from 4 permanent injuries he sustained while playing football. Far as I'm concerned, the buck stops here. My sons will not pay that price. Period.
7. A conversation with author of "Crazy for God," Frank Schaeffer. Yep, I really got to chat with him! Frank Schaeffer, son of famous evangelical Dr. Francis Schaeffer, agreed to a phone interview and we ended up talking about his book, the Religious Right, fundamentalism, James Dobson, Glenn Beck and the apocalyptic attitudes that he says are "fueled by an adrenaline of hysteria." I'll be posting my interview with him on Monday. Be sure to check it out!
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